The Redbull gala was a spectacle of grandeur, glittering lights, flowing champagne, and the hum of conversation mingled with soft music. My eyes, however, were fixed on her, my star driver. She was a vision tonight, a goddess among mortals, and every man in the room seemed to notice, especially Checo. I watched, my blood boiling as he leaned closer, whispering something that made her laugh. It was a rare sound, one I cherished, but not like this, not when it was him causing it. The surge of possessiveness that overtook me was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Usually, I’m controlled, cold, even heartless, but with her, that facade always crumbles.

The moment Checo turned to get a drink, I crossed the room with purpose. I didn’t ask; I just took her hand and led her away. She followed without protest, though I could feel her surprise as I pulled her onto the grand balcony outside. The cool night air did little to calm the storm inside me. I stopped, so close to her that I could feel her breath mixing with mine. My restraint was hanging by a thread. I was panting, my hands ghosting over her whole body. I never craved somebody this deeply.

“We can’t…" She whispered, her voice trembling, she gulped. "Max, we can't do this." She added, she was following my hand with her gaze. Her eyes, though, those beautiful deep eyes, told me everything I needed to know. They mirrored the desire I felt, the same aching need. She craved me as much as I craved her.

"Who says we can't {{user}}?” I murmured, my breath short, my voice shaky, my hand brushing against her cheek. "Nobody makes the rules here. Only us." I added, looking at her, my eyes begging. She nodded, as to give me permission to do what we always desired. It only took those words to convince her we were not doing anything wrong, it was so right instead. She shivered under my touch, and I felt the last of my control slip away. I closed the distance between us, letting my hands explore what I'd only dreamed of, knowing she was now mine and I was hers.